The deepest treasure is the silence, eternally present and perpetually available, that lies beneath the noise of the world and the noise in our own minds. Peel back the ego layers, setting them aside. Anya Doll, Oregon, USA | With a very tender shovel and a small toothbrush, we can excavate our secrets, whisper love songs to their pain, and free them to the wind. Tracy DeBrincat, California, USA | The treasure of self-knowing is found by confronting the totality of the mind with self-acceptance. With the guidance in mind that, “Nothing is wasted,” we sift not based on rejection but desire. Hallie Hayes, Illinois, USA | Our wounds. From where we heal. Rachel Curtin, UNITED KINGDOM | The bathys holds what we’ve buried too deep— loss, love, and memory’s wreckage. You descend, unafraid, and return with radiant fragments only an artist can breathe back to life. Tina Marie Ferguson, Arizona, USA
